Of roommates and quizzes...
rainclowd
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irana
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january_dove
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jodea
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shiggitycheryl
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elementalmuse
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ceredonia
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automig
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fred_chan
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crickett
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jaydeja
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scirillo
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charlesv
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teamnoir
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wraithtdk
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It's also a little flawed. I mean the highest "compatibility" I have seen is about 50%. Oh well. What to do? It's a quiz for heavens' sake...
You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver.
"And The Dragon separated the virtuous from the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets and used them to peer into the souls of those on trial to make a judgment. He knew that with endless knowledge came endless responsibility."
Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena(Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya(Indian).
The Dragon is associated with the concept of intelligence, the number 5, and the element of wood.
His sign is the crescent moon.
As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and wise individual. You weigh options by looking at how logical they are and you know that while there may not always be a right or wrong choice, there is always a logical one. People may say you are too indecisive, but it's only because you want to do what's right. Dragons are the best friends to have because they're willing to learn.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Have you ever had an empathic red flag from someone? Some situation where you just want to ask, "What the heck are you feeling?" I pick that up a lot from people. Some of them seem to broadcast something that makes me wish I had telepathic powers. Perhaps I do to a point and that is why I get that whole "vibe" thing. But at any rate I am getting it particularly tonight.
I also seem to be a beacon for emotionally needy strangers. Somehow people home in on me as a source of attention and seem to need to tell me everything that bothers them. Complete strangers will tell me intimate details of their lives upon the wishing of a nice day from me. I have gotten to where I avoid greeting some of the people here at work with any more friendliness than necessary. I hate to be that way but I honestly don't have the time or energy for them all. I am not a therapist for Pete's sake. Perhaps I should go that route and at least get paid to have random crazy people try to regale me with their problems.
My roommates aren't turning out all that well. One is a complete basket case. He needs attention at all times and if he doesn't get it can pout for days on end. Well until he needs something then he is all friendly again. He professes to be a die-hard Christian but constantly judges others if they fail to meet his standards. He claims to be some sort of messenger assured of his place in heaven. He strikes me as the kind who would have the bumper sticker, "In case of Rapture, vehicle will be unoccupied." He fails, somehow, to understand that I do not believe in his god and any statement to that effect seems to slip off of him completely. But then anything not having to do with him seems to go in one ear and come screaming out the other for lack of space. He thinks I don't see him when he sneers upon seeing my pentacle around my neck. Another aspect of this is that I wear it under my shirt so he only sees it when I have my shirt off. This, by the way, happens a lot more often than I would wish. He is constantly barging in to my room and to the bathroom without any regard for anyone. See below about privacy.
And his damned FISH! He talks about them and to them like they actually understand him. Fish, in general, have to be some of the dumbest creatures on the planet, by the way. I was once awakened to him yelling, "Big boy's out!" when a particularly reclusive fish was out of hiding. I swear I would piss in the tank but it's not the fishes' fault he's the way he is. I sometimes wonder if he likes fish so much because they can't run away. I keep expecting to find his fish on the carpet outside the tank having committed piscine suicide.
He claims to be some sort of expert but he himself states constantly that he is always having the things die on him for some reason or another. It's interesting that my Beta died shortly after having him move in. And I noticed the bowl looked a little yellowish. Hmmm...
He tends to dump chemicals into his tank without a regard to what the over dosage might do and constantly puts fish into his tank that he knows will get bullied and killed by the others.
This is a funny thing: He wanted to put my Beta in with his fish and knew they would kill it. In spite of his claims to be a Christian he apparently enjoys the spectacle of creatures causing each other pain. Interesting...
As just an example of the kind of crap that goes on daily, he brought a bag of gold-fish back from the pet store for a friend. He asked if he could put them in the frog's bowl and I didn't see a problem with it so I said okay. Somehow he got it into his head to jam the bag into the top of the bowl in such a way as to displace the water to the top and eliminate the frog's ability to get air. When I pointed this out to him he looked glazedly at the results of his actions and then took it out. He then bit a hole in the bag and dumped the whole thing into the bowl. He was somehow very surprised that the bowl ran over.
He is constantly asking me involved dumb-ass questions about obscure subjects and doesn't want to listen to the answers I give him. They are never satisfactory to him anyway as it's hardly ever what he wants to hear. He bought Empire Earth and put it on Terry's (The other roommate) computer. He asks me constantly what unit is what and what age does what. There's a BOOK for that stuff!
I have taken to putting on earphones and ignoring him when I am actually awake. If you know the type, he's one of those people who says, "You know what I mean?" and actually expects an answer every time. If he doesn't get one he gets all bitchy and offended. Add this to his constant babbling about inconsequential things and it's a real fun time, folks.
He's a complete priss. He even has a poem on his wall called, "The woman I am." From his perspective it shows how much he loves black women exclusively. I see nothing wrong with this for the most part. It's okay with me. Hell I am into women with blonde hair and blue eyes. I don't find all other women UGLY, though... But what's not cool is how he goes on and on about it. He'll even go so far as to openly insult women within hearing of him who don't meet his "standards." (and the way I read the bible you are supposed to respect women...) This leads me to believe that his infatuation is just a put-on of some sort or maybe some psychological response to something. Perhaps he has been bashed in the head with a discount brick... He's as thick as one at any rate.
All of this doesn't even really scratch the surface. It's painful just being around this goon. His first day there I caught him snooping around on my computer in my documents area. He has no sense of personal space or privacy unless it's his personal space or privacy. He actually had the gall to suggest to Terry that he should chip in for a bigger tank "for the apartment."
It's kind of funny that Terry's keyboard stopped working. Terry keeps finding grease on the keys but won't tell Jon not to eat at the computer. He's also a sloppy eater. I have taken to putting a password on mine to avoid such nonsense in the future. Terry, on the other hand, will likely continue to buy keyboards.
The other fellow isn't bad. Terry plays D&D, as well. I think the only beef I have with him is that he has a ten-year-old's vision of how to have a conversation. He can make a statement and when asked, "How's that?" for instance he responds with, "How's it not?" He seems to think that arbitrary nay saying is a valid form of argument and conversation.
"Uh-huh." "Nuh uh!"
In that particular instance I told him, "You can't just answer a question with the negative aspect of that same question. It doesn't work." and he responded, "It's the truth!"
Problematic.
He also does things just to make people annoyed or angry. As an example of this we were playing a game online of Red Alert against computer opponents (brutal, I might add) and the one that was harassing me had a resource collecting unit constantly going through his base to get to goods. I asked him why he didn't kill it and he told me, "To annoy you." and he meant it. He thinks it's fun to annoy people. He'll see something that annoys someone and say it over and over. Again, it's like the ten-year-old thing. Funny thing is he doesn't realize how truly patient I am or I would have tossed them out on their asses.
I think what really gets my goat is that he has these traits and he plays D&D. He constantly does things in game to annoy people, as well. He'll even say, when asked why he did something, "Because it made you mad."
Even with these traits he's an angel compared to Jon. Still I will be glad to be out of there among more mature and constant friends. Not that I would lay claim to Jon as a friend. In spite of his constant prattling about being a Christian he is a selfish, petty little person. Hell I am a better Christian than he is.
But they combine to be even more annoying than the sum. Terry slapped me lightly on the face. He was obviously just playing so I told him, "Please don't touch my face." At which point Jon reaches over and did the same damned thing. I repeated myself a little more firmly, "Don't touch my face." This had Jon moping for a whole day! Of course it took a lot of will not to punch him...or tear his throat out with my teeth. My teeth were tingling pretty fiercely at that point... Thing is I'd rather have his moping than his constant attention-whoring.
And the gay jokes between them! I have to constantly remind them not to include me in their little fun-time jokes about pumping each other in the butt. Especially in public. I had enough of that crap in the Army. (You'd be surprised how often the manly men of the Army joke about this stuff.) I am glad I am not worried about my image or the combination of Jon being a priss and their stupid little jokes would have me worried about people thinking I am gay. You know...now that I think about it I wonder if Jon is gay. If you read all of the above it might point to the fact that he is gay and trying to compensate for it. Interesting. Perhaps I should use this reasoning to shut him the hell up for ten minutes, one day.
Jon and I used to be in the same section in the Army. Now I realize how much of my patience was knowing I could go home at the end of the day. Still I am proud of myself for putting up with him for so long even then and him not "getting lost" in the field. It would have been all too easy...
Wow. When I have something to say it just flows out of me. I think one of the reasons I even write this here is to get this stuff moving. It helps to occasionally have someone read it and know what is going on. Now I will definitely have to put a password on my comp to avoid anyone getting their grubby mitts on this little bit of literature.